This is the harshest January I remember. It’s beyond cold outside. The ground is covered in snow. Navigating the streets is not easy. More harsh weather is forecasted. Like the outdoor elements, I am cold myself. Figuratively freezing inside, like a brisk wind is blowing through my mind. Frazzled, feeling like something fragile that’s … More brisk
Sundays today are very different than the Sundays of the past. When your husband is a pastor, as mine was for quite a few years of our marriage, Sundays are shared days. It’s an understood. For a pastor, Sunday is the biggest day of the week. For church members, Sunday is the day when they … More written on a Sunday
{HOPE} is my word of the year, 2013. So far, so good, I suppose, in that I haven’t lost all hope. I realize though, as we’ve now entered September, I have four months to continue {hoping}. Hopefully, that won’t be a huge chore. Today is the other January 1. The above was posted by Gretchen … More four more months of hope
Upon a Sunny Day 